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“Ahh, it is so good we are having a little celebration in the cloister for your last night with us,” Brother Luc says, “because our prodigal mystic has returned!”
I turn to face the French monk after drying my plate and setting it on the stack in the cupboard. “Really?” I’ve become pretty curious about the missing priest over the week, wondering if he really is some kind of John the Baptist type, living like a hermit and looking like Robin Williams in Jumanji after he was stuck in the game-jungle for twenty years.
“Yes, now. How much beer should we bring out?” Then the monk grins at me. “Trick question, as you Americans say. We bring all of it!”
Fifteen minutes later, and we are wheeling the old wooden cart into the cloister and handing out bottles. The mood is high with the
